The sniper isn't really sure what to say to that. It doesn't feel like anything special to him, simply what was right and what you did for people. That was how Tim did things. He didn't talk about them, he was just there when Mark called, or there when Raylan needed back up. No muss, no fuss, no thinking of it as something other than what a person did for others.

Figuring that if he kept talking on the subject, they'd just go in circles, Tim decided to let it drop and toss out another topic for conversation. He waved a hand towards the wardrobe Malcolm had been rifling through when he came in.

"What were you looking for in there?"